He will never forget that phantom silhouette.
I even remember the laughter when they first met, with pearls and jade flying——
The shyness of the young man is beyond words. The young man who was twelve years old and traveling away from home for the first time was at a loss when facing him. He just pursed his lips and examined the rice paper and calligraphy carefully without daring to raise his head.
That time, that time...
What's your name?
To the Qing Dynasty.
Oh? Which two words?
Feel like home, colorless water.
After a long while, the pretty child in the seat burst into laughter - Zhiqing, what a good name, it suits you very well. I love so much.
That young man who had practiced painting for nearly eight years almost couldn't stop writing because of this sentence.
He thought that by giving up this feeling, he could reach the end of his life; he thought that by changing his heart, he could see the end of his dream. However, he could not laugh at the farce of fate, life and death, after seeing it all.
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